To be honest, when he received this piece of news, Winston Lance felt unbelievable and even suspected that it was a prank by his colleagues.
Alan York, an eighth-level magician, the new Master of the Mage Tower, and the holder of the title of "Plane Pioneer", not only once sent Archbishop Jacques Nerga of the Church of Light to the stake, but also used his own
Defeat the fleet of the Kingdom of Ferrand——
A legendary figure like this only lives in the news column of the newspaper, which is beyond Winston's reach.
Winston simply could not imagine that his life would have any intersection with Alan York.
But now, Alan York not only read his paper, but also wanted to meet him by name and talk to him about the fireball continuous spell he designed.
This makes Winston suspect that he is dreaming.
At this moment, Winston was staying in his room, holding the letter written by Alan in one hand, grabbing his roommate with the other hand, and asked him:
"Please help me find out whether this was written to me by Mr. Tower Master or was forged by someone else. I don't want to make a joke in front of Mr. Tower Master because of some people's pranks."
Winston's roommate is named Osmond, who is thirty years old and is a sixth-level magician.
Osmond took the note from Winston's hand and stared at it for a long time.
He suddenly shuddered.
At this moment, when Osmond stared at the writing on the note, he seemed to see a vast and deep darkness.
And at the end of the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking down at him.
Those eyes were cold and sharp, seeming to penetrate directly into his heart, making all his thoughts have nowhere to hide.
"This must be the handwriting of Mr. Tower Master," Osmond said with certainty, thinking that Alan York, the new tower master of the Mage Tower, was a dark mage. "The pressure hidden in this handwriting can be seen by others."
It can’t be faked.”
"Pressure? Why can't I feel it?" Winston looked confused when he heard Osmond's words.
"Because you are too weak." Osmond chuckled.
Winston was not surprised by Osmond's words. After all, he was used to bickering with his roommates.
But now, Winston had no intention of fighting back.
At this moment, his heart was beating fast, and all he had in his mind was one thought - "Mr. Tower Master really wants to see me, how can I prepare so as not to disappoint him?"
"Looking at your expression, why are you more nervous than on a date?" Seeing Winston's uneasy look, Osmond couldn't help laughing and mocking him.
"Get out!" Winston said impatiently, and then closed his bedroom door with a bang.
Then he walked to his desk, picked up the paper that he had long forgotten from the wastebasket, and began to carefully check for errors and omissions.
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At the same time, in the office of the Master of the Mage Tower.
Allen stood by the wall with his hands behind his back, staring at the map on the wall, thinking silently.
Rose Town, where the Church of Light landed, is more than two hundred miles away from the capital of the Kingdom of Braden.
The distance of more than two hundred miles is the distance that determines the life and death of the Braden Kingdom.
At this moment, Allen's secretary, magic apprentice Philip, suddenly came forward and reported to Allen: "Mr. York, at your request, Vince, the author of the paper "Methods to Improve the Continuous Fireball Technique"
Don Lance will meet you in this office in ten minutes."
Allen nodded, indicating that he understood the matter.
At the same time, he secretly lamented in his heart that the Master of the Mage Tower was really an extremely busy job.
It seemed that he had to find Merlins back as soon as possible and give him the hard job of being the master of the mage tower, so that he could have a chance to be at ease.
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Ten minutes later, Winston Lance arrived at the door of the office at the top of the tower.
Looking at this awe-inspiring, forbidden door, Winston took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door a few times.
"Dong dong dong."
"Mr. York, I am Winston Lance, the author of "Methods to Improve the Continuous Fireball Spell"," Winston introduced himself carefully, "I have received your reply and hope to get your advice.
"
"Come in." Allen's voice came from inside the door.
Winston pushed open the door and entered.
He knew that the new Master of the Mage Tower was very young, not yet twenty years old.
However, when Winston saw Alan York with his own eyes, he was still very surprised.
Allen's face is indeed very young, almost like Winston's nephew who is still in college.
But this handsome face has long lost the childishness of his peers.
If you just looked at his temperament, Winston would even think that he was a battle-hardened general.
Thinking that Alan York was already an eighth-level magician before he was twenty years old, and he had mastered extremely pure dark power.
As a middle-aged man, he was still a junior magician, still studying low-level tricks like fireball. Winston felt helpless and could only sigh silently while lamenting the huge differences between people.
difference.
Allen smiled and said to him: "Winston, I have read the entire paper you wrote. Your ideas are very creative and feasible.
"If I form an army of magicians and use the spells you design, the combat effectiveness will be increased by at least 10%."
Hearing his words, Winston nodded repeatedly.
He just felt that the new Master of the Mage Tower was particularly imaginative.
In fact, the reason why Winston designed this continuous fireball spell was entirely because he found it very troublesome to recite a long spell and he wanted to be lazy.
But he didn't expect that Allen could conceive of such a thing as a "magician army".
Don’t magicians all stay in the laboratory and do research? Is it possible that they can really go to the battlefield and charge into battle?
Winston thought silently in his mind.
"But in my opinion, your spell has a lot of unnecessary magic power loss, and there is still a lot of room for improvement," Allen continued. "It stands to reason that I can be like other paper reviewers.
, give your paper a two-star rating, which means you have completed my task.
"But I have to admit, I have a hard time tolerating anything less than perfect."
Ellen's words made Winston extremely grateful.
He knew that Allen just wanted to find a reason to give him some advice.
What I need most at this time is the guidance of a famous teacher.
He needs a famous teacher to show him the way forward and break through the current bottleneck.